I’m Michael Alig & the Club Kids making their television talk show debut on ‘Geraldo’ in 1990 and scaring the hell of out every midwestern housewife.
My grandmother installed steel shutters after viewing that episode...seriously.
by Anonymous | reply 2 | September 3, 2020 5:13 AM |
R2 in NYC? Did she think the youth of America were going to revolt?
by Anonymous | reply 3 | September 3, 2020 5:15 AM |
Did this need a part 2? The other one died
by Anonymous | reply 4 | September 3, 2020 5:17 AM |
It's the early 90's and I'm blitzed out of mind at a rave in Brooklyn dancing to house music with glitter on my face. 25 years from now I'll live in the Hudson Valley and quietly drink lemon chamomile tea while listening to ASMR.
by Anonymous | reply 5 | September 3, 2020 5:20 AM |
R4 some people can’t post after 400-500 because the threads crash.
by Anonymous | reply 6 | September 3, 2020 5:33 AM |
How quaint.
by Anonymous | reply 7 | September 3, 2020 5:50 AM |
I'm the It Twins. We're more an 80's club presence, but definitely 90's too. You can see us in Party Girl!
by Anonymous | reply 8 | September 3, 2020 9:39 AM |
I'm Paper magazine. I was inspired by Stephen Saban's original version of Details in the 80's. I'll sloooowly change. But by the 00's I'll match Details' eventual corporate take-over, in a whole new way!
by Anonymous | reply 9 | September 3, 2020 9:47 AM |
OP, does Michael Alig still have that same dopey Moe Howard haircut he had when he was released from prison? I feel like he might. Someone should tell Michael that it looks hideous, unless he's keeping it ironically, in which case it's fabulous.
by Anonymous | reply 10 | September 3, 2020 2:18 PM |
I'm club invites and 970 number ad cards littering the sidewalks, gutters, phone kiosks, backs of cabs, and parameters of overflowing trash cans. We flutter like leaves along the streets in the fall, and get ruddy and trampled in the wet winter weather. At least we're biodegradable.
by Anonymous | reply 11 | November 11, 2020 9:24 PM |
"90's New York" began when The Gap opened a store on St. Mark's Place in 1988, and ended when Angel Melendez's remains washed up on the side of the Hudson river in a box, in 1996.
90's NYC: 1988-1996
THAT'S the timeline, love it or leave it!
by Anonymous | reply 12 | November 11, 2020 9:30 PM |
This really didn’t need another thread.
by Anonymous | reply 13 | November 11, 2020 9:54 PM |
I’m Jackie 60. I. The meatpacking district. Tuesday nights. Legendary place.
by Anonymous | reply 14 | November 11, 2020 9:59 PM |
Thank you R15!! Sandy Kane was the BEST!!
by Anonymous | reply 16 | November 11, 2020 10:07 PM |
R16 You're welcome.
Loved her on was it channel 50? Community Access Television? Midnight Blue with Al Goldstein
by Anonymous | reply 17 | November 11, 2020 10:13 PM |
It was on MNN whatever number that was. It was the same one as Al Goldstein. He was so gross.
by Anonymous | reply 18 | November 11, 2020 10:15 PM |
Regarding late night NYC cable access: I'm the perpetual mystery of which downtown queen was Mrs. Mouth.
by Anonymous | reply 19 | November 11, 2020 10:18 PM |
Was his nose supposed to look skinned?
by Anonymous | reply 22 | November 11, 2020 10:43 PM |
Michael Alig was originally from South Bend Indiana.
by Anonymous | reply 23 | November 12, 2020 2:35 AM |
Who cares about Michael Alig?
by Anonymous | reply 24 | November 12, 2020 2:39 AM |
I'm bicoastal goddess Dr. Vaginal "Creme" Davis.
by Anonymous | reply 25 | November 12, 2020 3:06 AM |
I'm the dick that'll make you slap somebody. I will gain notoriety not in NYC but after a trip to Atlanta, where a cable access hostess will make me famous. But I'm a New Yorker, through and through.
by Anonymous | reply 26 | November 12, 2020 3:34 AM |
R26 this isn't Let's Be NYC in the 90s Blind Items asshole.
by Anonymous | reply 27 | November 12, 2020 3:36 AM |
I'm the only semi-crappy studio apartments in Manhattan you can still rent for $550-$600 a month!
by Anonymous | reply 28 | November 12, 2020 3:55 AM |
I'm the guys in their 20s and 30s still dying from AIDS.
by Anonymous | reply 29 | November 12, 2020 3:56 AM |
R29 - I was looking for my first Manhattan apartment in the fall of ‘94 and wanted to spend $600. After I saw a place that was not only in a basement, but had a working fiberglass shower stall basically freestanding in the middle of the room I raised my budget to $900.
by Anonymous | reply 30 | November 12, 2020 4:47 AM |
Limelight, and it's backroom. One of the highlights of my1990s.
by Anonymous | reply 31 | November 12, 2020 9:41 PM |
I'm Screaming Rachel
by Anonymous | reply 32 | November 16, 2020 3:05 AM |
R19 Mrs Mouth was nobody you've ever heard of. Then or now.
by Anonymous | reply 33 | November 16, 2020 3:21 AM |
R33 Do tell!
by Anonymous | reply 34 | November 16, 2020 12:50 PM |
I’m Barry Z! Microphone in hand. Hi! Can I get a quick interview?
by Anonymous | reply 35 | November 16, 2020 2:07 PM |
I’m Ingrid Casares bringing the buzzy energy of my Miami club Liquid to the newly defunct Sound Factory, but after it had changed its name to Twilo for almost a year. Despite all the press, I learn the owners had no intention of having me take over the space officially. Or change the signage. They just wanted me to bring my buzzy energy and drop my name all over the place. Did you see all the press? I pack my bags and leave. More press!
The queens still line up dutifully every weekend, despite the drama.
by Anonymous | reply 36 | November 16, 2020 2:17 PM |
RIP MICHAEL ALIG
by Anonymous | reply 37 | January 31, 2021 4:03 AM |
I’m fun. Never to be seen again.
by Anonymous | reply 38 | September 2, 2021 5:07 PM |
I'm backroom blowjobs and rimming easy to get.
by Anonymous | reply 39 | September 2, 2021 6:31 PM |
I’m the top floor of King, a dark room where you can try to get away with just about anything, but watch your wallets as you’re just as likely to have those lifted as get a blow job.
by Anonymous | reply 40 | September 2, 2021 6:47 PM |